Patrick Hockstetter

Studying

*Y/N'S P.O.V.*

"Yeah sure, is that it?"  I asked, bluntly.  I looked behind him at his friends, Henry and Belch were watching carefully whilst Patrick was trying not to make it obvious.  "Nope, okay!"  I said, walking away.

"I'll meet you outside the front of school at 4."  Vic shouted, I rolled my eyes.

"W-w-what did he want?"  Bill asked.

"Vic wants to study at my place later."  I said, sitting back down and sipping from my bottle.

"Wait, both Hockstetter and Criss like you?"  Eddie questioned.

"No, ew.  Vic's my history partner."  I fake gagged.

The end of the day soon came around and I found myself walking home with Richie, Vic had messaged me 10 minutes before saying that he'll just meet me at my place at 5.  Richie and I were cracking jokes and messing about, until we reached my house.

"Well, I bid you farewell, my love."  Richie laughed, putting on a crappy British accent.

"Later loser."  I giggled as I gave him a hug, he kissed the top of my head in return.

"Good luck later, be careful and stay safe."  He smiled.

"Yes Dad."  I giggled.

"Hey, I have no problem with you calling me Daddy, but can you please do it in a more private setting."  Richie smirked.

"Fuck off, Trashmouth."  I smiled, walking to my front door and unlocking it.  I took my bag to my bedroom and fell back onto my bed, letting out a sigh.  I listened to music for a while before I was disturbed by someones engine, revving up...  Outside my house.  BELCH.

I walked downstairs, opening the door and leaning on the door frame.  I watched as Belch parked the car in my drive and the whole of the Bowers gang climbed out.

"They wanted to come with me, plus Belch is my ride home."  Vic said, almost in an apologetic tone.

"Fine, whatever."  I shrugged, holding the door open for them.

"Thanks cutie."  Patrick said, walking past me, looking me up and down before jumping on to the couch.

"I promise, this will only take a couple of hours."  Vic gave me a guilty look.

"Okay fine, as long as they're with us at all times, and they don't touch anything."  I said, raising my voice a little and looking at Belch who was looking trough my kitchen cupboards.

"What?  I'm hungry!"  He whined.

"Hey!  Not my problem."  I pointed upstairs and watched as they all passed me.

"First door on the right."  I said and watched them enter my bedroom.

"Anthrax, Metallica...  Nice."  Belch complimented, looking through my CD's, I smiled back at him.

Vic and I sat on my bed and began to study, I would look every now and then just to make sure that the others weren't trying anything in the corner of my room.  Henry and Belch were watching some YouTube video, whilst Patrick was walking around admiring my photos and posters that I had hung up on Saturday night.

Vic and I had been studying for about 2 hours when we were interrupted.

"I gotta take a leak."  Patrick stated.

"And?"  I rolled my eyes and kissing my teeth.

"So, show me where the bathroom is...  Jesus, you don't have to be a bitch your whole life."  Patrick muttered the last part, but I still heard it.

"Fine!  I'll be right back."  I said to Vic, and he nodded.

"Follow me."  I sighed, leaving my room and walking into the hallway.  I'm not letting Hockstetter use my bathroom, he can use the main one.

"Enjoy your piss, sir!"  I faked a smile.

Patrick pulled me into the bathroom with him and locked the door.

"Finally some alone time."  He smirked, walking towards me.  He leaned down and kissed me.

I pushed him back.

"Playing hard to get are we, Princess."  I swear this kid had a permanent smirk, plastered on his face.

He walked towards me again and pinned my hands above my head, kissing my neck.  I moaned at the touch.  Once again, I felt him smirk into the kiss.

"Hmm, I bet you like that?"  He said in a low tone.

I wanted to say yes, but he's psychotic.

"I have shit to do, now get the fuck off me."  I pushed him again before opening the door, and walking out.

I walked back into my room and there was nobody there.  not even Vic's bag.  What the fuck?

I walked in and sat on my bed, finding a note.  It read;

Gone to get food and ciggies, back in a bit

- V X

Jesus Christ, I swear this boy wanted to be alive in the 80s.  Why not just text me, the dweeb!

I put the note on my desk and went to sit on my windowsill, placing a cigarette between my lips, lighting it after opening my window.

"Guess what."  I heard Patrick's voice.  I forgot he was here, fuck sake.

"What?"  I said, inhaling the smoke.

He came and sat opposite me and lit a cigarette of his own.

"You're sexually frustrated."

"Excuse me."  I looked at him sternly.

"You want me, just admit it."  He was smirking at me, again!  Fuck.

"I don't."  I DO!  "You're a Psycho, Hockstetter!"  I looked at him.

"I can be your psycho if you want me to be."  He said, placing his large hand on my thigh.  I looked at it, as he began to rub up and down.  I was dragged out of my thoughts when he started laughing.  I looked into his eyes.

"You've got a hot moan, doll face."  He said, which caused me to blush.

"Shut the fuck up."  I smiled, looking out the window.

"You do, nearly gave me a boner."  He laughed, I saw Belch's car come into view.

"Shut the fuck up and get out of my house!"  I giggled, jumping up and guiding his downstairs.

"I'll see you later hot stuff, leave your window open!"  He said in that low tone again, this time almost whispering in my ear.  He quickly kissed me, before winking and opening the front door. 

I stood and watched, waving to them and giggling at Vic and Belch who were waving back like little children.